Mexican Mondays are very special to me. A way, each week, to ease into work and touch base with the most important people in your life (the ones that you chose to be there). I've risked getting fired over the gathering. A director once demanded that I stay late on a Monday. I just told her that I always get together with my friends on Mondays, and that I'd just come in early the next morning. She said that she strongly suggested that I stay late and that she hardly ever had the chance to see her friends. To which, red-faced I threw out the old standard, "But I've got my priorities straight!" (quite loudly too). And turned off my computer. I heard later through the department grapevine that she had marched directly to her boss's office and said "The Queer does not want to give you what you need to get your job done!" And Ladies and Gentlemen ... there is a name for a person who does something like that...but I digress.
And damn, I'm long-winded. All that to set up that I was eating tortilla chips at Mexican Monday this evening. And I received a vision ... a sign ... a portent. Whatever. In an earlier post, we've established that I cannot be a true fatalist. But I pulled this chip out of the basket, and honestly, with completely no breakage, it looked just like this:
It was strange. And it was just the timing of the conversation that made it so. I know ... no fate, no destiny (if I keep saying it, one day I'll completely believe it - he's working on me). But everyone had been talking about a subject that all of our friends hate: The Man and The Queer moving to Toronto. He and I had fallen in love with the city on an earlier trip (that I wrote about here). And we're always talking about relocating there. So ... c'mon, any logical man would see the chip as a sign.
So I considered the chip. And this was what immediately came to mind.
Here's what I would miss about living in Texas:
- the strong awesome Texas people
- the incredible weather
- countless other things (but I don't want to lose y'all...)
- Mexican Monday
So trips to Toronto are certain. And hopefully frequent. I guess the jury's still out on our moving there.
But the chips don't lie...